Most think of a right or wrong; good or evil, when it’s not what is. When you think of it there isn’t a right, or an evil, just the skepticism of man kind, morality, and ethics. The mind frame and fame of morality comes from confusion. Most think themselves sinners, while others think themselves purity. Mainly caused in itself by the doubt of what we were meant be, or the thought of what point is there to live, are. Why must man interpret everything to have some sort of point to living, or reasons held behind the stars; likely there’s something waiting for us in the end, like an eternal Heaven or hell? As Shakespeare had said, “The mind is its own place, and within itself can create a Heaven Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”
It’s all just something to keep moving steadily through lives, with dreams of everlasting triumph over a religious life, light, or darkness if they belong there. Messes built in lust or love … the twilight at the end of the tunnel of this so called test written in a book by a God.
“Don’t be bad and don’t be good
Just do the things that you should.
Love thy neighbor and be the best,
And always prosper, rich or poor.
Be the happiest, to the core.
If you have a feeling you need to get out,
Don’t worry none, just laugh or cry
It’s not what you do,
It’s how you've done it, and why.”